The Fear

Fear used to clinch my head; every time, my mind wondered about Death. I imagine Death bringing darkness to a clear sky, sucking all the colors of flowers and leaving ashes behind. Why does such a thing as vile as Death exist in the world of joy?

Seeing the world through the eyes of innocence can make you believe in flying horses. Why not in a perfect life? Now my body weighs more, my eyes have seen more, my feet have walked more, and I see nothing flesh rotting in life but keep moving.

I can see everybody holding onto the thread of life; even though the hearts have decayed a long time ago, they are not letting go of the rope. But sometimes you see people letting it go for better or worse. A decision that has immeasurable weight all disappears.

As the soul ages, it seeks Death as a relief from all the shackles of the world. Only a few were chosen; most of them were given to us by fate. In the end, we see everything; each second of remorse rings thousands of bells in our minds. 

No matter how hard we try, we can't stop them from ringing. The song pierces our hearts, and its echoes never leave our minds. The things we saw never go away, as it stays with us in our memories. Pleasant memories always leave space for unpleasant ones.

But we all pile on more haunting memories in our lifetime, and all of them start to become a whole at the end. A gigantic force that holds no bound, as it will bring you nothing but constant torture. A terrible world we create every single day, knowing one day all of them will crawl out of the pit.

The empty mind will scour through everything in our life, including the things long hidden from us. Something that we thought we would never face, it will be there. And here we pray for less agony in hell than touching the golden door of pearly gates.